Dear Meg,
I've been around interviewing people about Crown Heights lately, as you know, and it's been difficult yet interesting. One person stood out to me a lot. His name is Minister Conrad Mohammed. He was a very passionate and intelligent man. When he spoke it seemed as if he was trying to engage and excite a crowd of people. One second he's quiet and the next he's yelling. He was dressed very sharply with his hair very neat. He seemed like a simple and calm man, but when he opened his mouth it was another story. He spoke with metaphors and great knowledge of history. It almost felt as if I was being taught a lesson. He was particular about enunciating his words and making his ideas very clear. He also did something strange. He would sit and slap his sugar packet on the table over and over, but never pour it in his coffee. He kept doing that as if he was releasing his passion through his hands rather than his words, like he was holding something back. He eventually poured the sugar in, but the excessive tapping told me something else. He was a simple man, eccentric in his own ways. I want to portray him as is, with the passion and all.
I've been around interviewing people about Crown Heights lately, as you know, and it's been difficult yet interesting. One person stood out to me a lot. His name is Minister Conrad Mohammed. He was a very passionate and intelligent man. When he spoke it seemed as if he was trying to engage and excite a crowd of people. One second he's quiet and the next he's yelling. He was dressed very sharply with his hair very neat. He seemed like a simple and calm man, but when he opened his mouth it was another story. He spoke with metaphors and great knowledge of history. It almost felt as if I was being taught a lesson. He was particular about enunciating his words and making his ideas very clear. He also did something strange. He would sit and slap his sugar packet on the table over and over, but never pour it in his coffee. He kept doing that as if he was releasing his passion through his hands rather than his words, like he was holding something back. He eventually poured the sugar in, but the excessive tapping told me something else. He was a simple man, eccentric in his own ways. I want to portray him as is, with the passion and all.
-Smith